Daddy Diddler

Rachel sits across from her stepdad at the table, both of them eating like it's church. Modest clothes, perfect manners, total silence except the occasional nod. He finishes first, wipes his mouth, says he'll clear the plates and be up to tuck her in soon. She kisses his forehead and heads upstairs like a good girl. In her room she yanks off her clothes, grabs the mirror she hides under the pillow, spreads herself open to stare inside, then hears him coming and shoves everything away. Nightgown on just in time. He walks in smiling. "Ready for your check?" She nods. He pulls back the covers, lifts the gown, and asks her why they still do this even though she's eighteen. "Because you're my stepdad and it's your job to keep me safe," she says. He pushes her thighs wider. "And keeping me safe means staying unspoiled." "What do I have to do?" he asks, eyes on her cunt. She spreads her lips with two fingers. "Check my womanhood. Please, stepdaddy." He slides two fingers in, works them around while she bites her lip, then tells her to roll over and spread her ass. He studies her tight little hole, nods, kisses her forehead, and leaves. She stares at the ceiling in the dark. Next day an older guy named Ethan pulls up while she's walking home. They've been sneaking around for months and today she's supposed to lose it at his place. She hesitates but gets in anyway. On his couch they make out hard until he starts pulling at her clothes and she freezes. She throws out every excuse she can think of—traditional house, waiting till marriage, diseases. He promises he'll be gentle, he'll pull out, and no one will ever know. She finally gives in. He works his cock into her virgin pussy slow, stretching her inch by inch. At first it hurts; then her hips start rocking on their own. By the end she's begging him not to pull out when he cums, and he floods her anyway, thick cream leaking down her ass when he finally slides free. She lies there staring at nothing, already thinking about what she'll say at dinner. That night she's quiet and twitchy at the table. Stepdad notices. She bolts for bed early. Later he comes in to do the check and she stays silent until his fingers are inside her again. Then she blurts it out: how does he even know she's still a virgin? He answers calm and firm—she's still his responsibility. He works three fingers in, then his whole fist, and his face twists from confusion to pure rage. "What the fuck did you do?" She scrambles after him, desperate, flips over, spreads her cheeks. "I'm still pure here. He didn't get my ass. I saved it for you." He stops. Stares. Unbuckles his belt. "You're right. No point waiting now." He climbs on, pushes into her tight hole while she grits her teeth and thanks him for taking what's his, promising she'll be good, promising she'll never give that away to anyone else. He fucks her ass raw, finishes deep, then zips up and kisses her forehead like nothing happened. Lights go out. She's left alone again, sore and used, breathing hard in the dark.